The sun was shining brightly.
Yet, the villagers of the Teng Family Village on the martial arts field felt an icy chill all over, as if they were plunged into the depths of winter.
Teng Feixue had already taken a group of elderly, women, and children away from the Teng Family Village.
Heading to the refuge to hide.
Thus, narrowly escaping a calamity.
The remaining people were all young and strong men. Facing the oppression of Qingshan Yihu, they felt an immense sense of despair and the cruelty of death, yet they gritted their teeth.
Not allowing the news of the refuge to leak out.
"Kill!"
"Not a single man in our Teng Family Village is afraid of dying!"
"When the village chief returns, he will certainly avenge us!"
Seeing the young men of Teng Family Village facing death with courage, Qingshan Yihu's face was grim enough to drop water, his eyes behind the black metallic mask cold as ice.
If looks could kill.
